Smiling, I gave it some thought. "Staff, I guess. There are guards, a cook, a maid three times a week, and I have my own personal assistant."
Daisy's dark brows went up suggestively. "What sort of personal assisting does he do for you?"
"Nothing exciting, I assure you. He got me a new phone, and he helped set up the new furniture in my room. Anything I ask for, I suppose. I try not to take advantage of him."
"It's his job to fetch you a drink, or a book, or whatever?"
Shrugging, I replied, "Sure."
"Not bad at all."
We looked up at the sound of a throat clearing to find Burke standing in the doorway to the living room. He held up a hand to stop me from struggling to get up. "Please, stay there. I merely want to introduce myself to your friend."
Daisy stood and made her way around the furniture to stand in front of him. "Actually, we know each other."
Though he frowned, he said, "Chester High?"
"Yes."
"I don't really remember much about high school, sorry."
Daisy looked him over from top to bottom, and she had to see what I did; the perfectly tailored bespoke suit, the clean-shaven face, the aura of power he exuded without effort. "Yeah, I don't suppose you would."
Clearing my throat to break up the stare-down, I said, "Well, Daisy Herndon, this is Burke Gallagher. My husband."
"It's lovely to meet you, Daisy." Burke shifted his gaze to me. "Kinsley, has Parker spoken with you about dinner?"
"This morning, yes."
"Great." He looked from me to her. "Well, I'll leave you alone."
Daisy watched him disappear around the bend in the corridor before returning to the couch. "Fuck, Kinsley."
"What?"
"He's hot as homemade sin."
I stifled a laugh and smoothed my shirt over my bump. "Why do you think I ended up the way I am?"
We both laughed, and it felt good to me.
She nudged me. "So, who's Parker?"
"The cook. I asked him to steer away from anything with shellfish in it."
Daisy nodded. "Thanks. It must be cool to have a chef. Do you plan menus with him?"
I shook my head. "No. I got so sick of doing it for Mom and Dad that I don't care if I never cook again. But, I tell him if I'm craving anything, and it appears pretty fast. Either he sends someone to buy it or he makes it if he's got the ingredients."
"That's the coolest thing."
"Pretty much the only perk of my new life."
"What do you do all day?"
"Read. Walk in the garden. I can't do that for long since it's cold, and I get winded easily." I was tired of talking about myself. "What are you doing these days?"
"I'm on break, as you know." At my nod, she continued. "I'll graduate early since I took some courses over the summer."
